"honker" poems
Oh nose on my face,
You empty my wastes.
My snot filters through you,
Into the chocolate fondue.
I blow my snot rockets
Into my mom's pockets.
I keep myself in fashion,
By blowing you with passion.
I love you Honker
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 7:02 PM UTC
I've got a real honker,
Of a vocabulary.
Many ****** words,
Hairy statements,
Merry installations.
Whacking through words,
Like it's chopping wood.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC